[Interesting... a type of "storage" trick? He turns his palm up, settling the card in it and putting his other hand over it so that it's still flat like Mahad instructed but the wind won't take it. After a moment, he lets the armor drop, then closes his eyes, focusing on the texture of the paper, the picture on the card, the words that describe it... all of it.
A box with no space is a bit harder to imagine, but what comes to Henry is something more like the Dark field that he found Mahad in and often resided in on duels. A box -- no, more like some sort of chest -- in that space that no one else could access but him, hidden but there, much like the monsters in his deck. He tries mentally placing that card in that trunk, his focus shifting entirely to Mahad's voice. Those words... he has no idea what they are or what they mean, but he'll try.
Slowly, but carefully, he pronounces each one as best as he can, trying to lace the magic of his through the words as he does the cards so regularly.]
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A box with no space is a bit harder to imagine, but what comes to Henry is something more like the Dark field that he found Mahad in and often resided in on duels. A box -- no, more like some sort of chest -- in that space that no one else could access but him, hidden but there, much like the monsters in his deck. He tries mentally placing that card in that trunk, his focus shifting entirely to Mahad's voice. Those words... he has no idea what they are or what they mean, but he'll try.
Slowly, but carefully, he pronounces each one as best as he can, trying to lace the magic of his through the words as he does the cards so regularly.]